Is It Cold Where You Are?
assuming an adultness of understanding, a rationing of feeling
where one side metes out their emotions
only experiences the right and sensible sensations
All this assumption of absolutes, burned bridges
there being no way to return to stir this into a mess
A wall of arbitrary time, slotted days upon weeks
to hide the vision of what once shone so stellar
And so I forget to ask
is it cold where you are?
All this forward thinking, predictive dreaming
pushing eyes and minds to see something not yet shown
clawing at the edges of the still concealed future
an impatient Christmas morning of new opportunity
So selfishly distracted, by the glowing halo of tomorrow
buoyed by a sense of feeling strong and living free
my mind gets wiped, my compassion corrupted
when really I still care and wonder about you always
And if it is, is there anything I can do?
If it’s cold where you are
Is there anything I can do?
winston plowes
Sun 16th Oct 2011 23:53
great stuff, enjoyed being aboard your thoughts. Win